Conspiracy Theory.

We do not ask for your poor or your hungry.

We do not want your tired and sick.

It is your corrupt we claim.

It is your evil that will be sought by us.

Haiku of the day.

Too many choices,

Too many angry voices,

Shelter me from this.

Haiku of the day.

A serene image,

I heard the words - “come to me,”

I want to obey.

It’s all over.

“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born.”

Haiku of the day.

Suddenly I’ve found,

How beautiful sounds can be,

Almost like praying.

Sometimes I surprise myself.